Kaliburr the skull of a human agains a skulp soft translucent stone a piece of charcoal i through to the sea a meteorite felt on the White Mountains a throng through a Nintendo game to a ship for queuing me dirty with that dear redhead of the 5 of January is it abril 18 I want result money and a mechón de tu pelo lo cual ataré alrededor de los ojos y las cavidades del craneo aunque sea a cast of a real skull like i used to learn anatomy of the head and did not let me so i dont catch you stealing my purpose of life to have sex with a family abuser - indirectly you would get pregnant and would end like Maria Teresa de Calcuta. My dear

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